Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 487 The Story of the Future

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Time goes back to two hours ago.

The moment the data from the potion merged, Klein's spirit was torn into countless small pieces, which combined with different "soul bugs". There was no longer any distinction between who was the main body and who was the dominant one.

At some point, his body also began to collapse. The body under the half-high silk hat and long black windbreaker quickly disintegrated, and transparent and twisted worms crawled out one after another.

The thunderstorm in the sky gradually subsided, and the dark clouds began to slowly move around with the help of the breeze. Richard returned to his physical form, and while trying to seal the influence of the possessed high-ranking person on himself, he shook his left hand vigorously, shaking the claws that were still in the "werewolf" state back to human palms. Then he pinched up his tattered sleeves and trouser legs and looked at them, and sighed with regret.

“There’s always some expense involved.”

The Angel of Temperance sighed, "Why don't other people have to destroy their clothes when they transform into mythical creatures... Hey, what is this?"

He raised his leg but did not step down. He looked at a finger-long transparent insect twisting at his feet. He felt a very strong spiritual power and a familiar breath from it.

“…Klein?”

Richard bent down first, then squatted down after thinking for a while, and fiddled with the worm that was crawling aimlessly with his fingers, then picked it up and put it in the palm of his hand, and said in amazement: "How did you become like this? Could the mythical creature of your fortune-tellers be a worm?"

He couldn't help but think of the puppet he had made for Klein. It also used a similar insect, but it was dead.

The transparent worm in the angel's hand twisted a little, probably expressing dissatisfaction with Richard's address, but its plump body and luster made people want to crush it... Richard controlled his strength and his brain, stopped associating things that he shouldn't, and prevented himself from thinking of a high-protein food that he had liked when he was very young.

Richard glanced into the distance inadvertently and suddenly found that countless such insects had appeared around him at some point.

Oh...it turns out that your mythical creature is not a worm, but a group of worms...

Richard looked around carefully and saw that all the insects were alive, so he had to give up the idea with regret.

At this moment, as if inspired by something, these worms moved in unison, entered the fog of history, and quickly flew towards the depths of the fog of history, each occupying a different "fragment of light" and overlapping with their own images in the gaps of history.

In just two or three seconds, the only thing left where Klein had just been was his windbreaker, shirt, top hat, socks, leather shoes, and underwear, which had lost all support.

These clothes and sundries were spread flat on the ground, taking the shape of a person, exuding a strange aura.

Seeing that all these strange bugs had disappeared, Richard stood up again, patted his tattered clothes, and prepared to find a place to rest for a while.

He walked forward for a while, passed by Klein’s clothes, and his sight was suddenly unconsciously “caught” to the side, and he saw an acquaintance.

——Richard had no intention of greeting the Red Angel, just like many people who, when walking on the street and seeing their friends coming towards them, would pretend not to see them, or quickly find a place to hide in order to avoid awkward greetings.

Richard turned a blind eye to the subtle atmosphere between Ouroboros and Medici, and he didn't know the name of the "Angel of Destiny", nor did he know that the silver-haired child next to him was the "Angel of Destiny". He looked at Medici, whom he knew, and quickly greeted him, and quickly said goodbye, then turned around and continued to walk out of the ruins.

"Hey." Medici said, "The octopus head was about to kill you just now, and you still want to go out?"

Richard took a breath:
"How can you call the God of Thunder like that?"

"How do you know I'm talking about Him?"

"Oh, why are you speaking so bluntly?" Richard pushed his glasses onto his hair and said in a tactful tone, "According to the myths of the Aurora Society, you will definitely be struck by lightning if you leave the East Continent. Are you going to stay here forever?"

Hearing this, Medici couldn't help but glance at Ouroboros.

Ouroboros had seemed determined to drag Him to submit to God, but when God was really attacked by the crowd, he did not use "restart" or good luck or bad luck to help, and was as wavering as fate, and did not really stand on God's side.

"There are still many people waiting for me outside. Maybe the Thunder God will show mercy and only behead the enemy and take in the followers."

Richard looked at Him and gestured to "walk together":

"Although you might be punished by God if you go out, you don't plan to stay here forever, do you?"

……

"I……"

"who I am……"

"Who am I..."

"I am the subject..."

Different but similar thoughts flashed through the minds of those "spiritual insects". None of them were willing to return to their "bodies" on their own initiative. Instead, they developed strong hostility towards other of their kind. It was only because of Klein's residual mental influence that they did not take any drastic actions for the time being.

At this moment, circles of invisible ripples appeared in the gray mist of history.

This ripple did not just appear; it had already existed in the fog, but it was barely visible relative to Klein as a whole. But for a "spiritual worm", it was obvious enough.

It was affected by the "Last Feast", a sealed object used for promotion. While listening to the desperate cries of the killed audience, it illuminated the fragments corresponding to this event in the mist of history.

Along with the great battle just now, a lost history has barely reappeared in the current era.

This event symbolizes the end of the Second Age and some fragments of light from the Third Age, and symbolizes the two thousand years that the City of Silver held out in darkness.

This forgotten history has produced a certain collision with the current era, and in forming corresponding historical gaps, it has spread out circles of ripples that are difficult to describe specifically.

Such ripples seemed to have a strong attraction to those "spiritual insects", causing them to poke their heads out from the fragments of history.

After a brief solidification, one of the "Spirit Bugs" half couldn't bear it anymore, and half was influenced by Klein's residual consciousness. It crawled out of the light spot it had previously occupied and "flew" to the core of the ripples.

Then, one after another, "Spirit Bugs" returned from different places in the mist of history and came to the fragments of light formed by the history of Silver City in the current era.

When they approached each other to a certain distance, the strong cohesive force finally emerged, pulling countless "spiritual insects" together and blending them into one.

This effect is not something that can be produced by just two or three "Spirit Worms" approaching each other; there must be a sufficient number of them for it to occur.

And when that part of the "Spirit Worm" re-formed into a whole, Klein's incomplete consciousness completed the piecing together of his true self, and things finally changed in a simple direction.

Those "Spirit Bugs" formed a transparent and huge vortex, which exuded a strong cohesive force, sucking in the remaining "Spirit Bugs" that were hesitant, unwilling to return, and not too far away.

When more than two-thirds of the "Spirit Bugs" had returned, slippery and transparent tentacles began to grow in the vortex.

They extended to the underwater ruins of the Second Age, the First Age, and even the prehistoric era, and caught the last part of the "Spirit Worms" one by one and stuffed them back into the vortex.

In just a dozen seconds, the vortex began to stretch and turned into a terrifying human figure formed by transparent twisted worms. Invisible tentacles naturally extended from the human figure.

The tentacles pulled in items such as windbreakers, top hats, socks and leather shoes that were originally in the outside world, dragged them into the mist of history, and then cooperated to wear them in different positions on the terrifying figure.

The figure composed of countless "spiritual insects" immediately pressed the top hat on his head, causing the transparency on his body to quickly fade away, revealing a layer of flesh-colored skin, and growing short black hair and brown eyes.

This is what Klein Moretti looks like, but he is 1.8 meters tall.

After finally regaining his self-awareness and putting his spiritual body together, Klein had no time to examine his current state before he felt two changes at the same time:
An extraordinary characteristic that came from his body, that strong, terrifying, superior, irresistible will seemed to awaken a little, conveying one picture after another. Some of these pictures were about the mystical knowledge of the "Miracle Worker", and some were magnificent scenes of dust igniting into the sun and various celestial bodies in the dark universe.

They all carried the spiritual imprint of wildness, indifference, cruelty, madness, condescension, and no emotion. They quickly assimilated Klein's soul, causing him to change his state uncontrollably;
The other was the crimson stars and numerous bright spots of light that appeared before Klein’s eyes: the prayers of Tarot Club members such as Justice, The Hanged Man, and The Moon came from those stars, while the prayers of the residents of Moon City echoed in the spots of light. Together, they created an image of a supreme and great hidden existence, shrouded in gray mist and looking at the world with compassion.

The two abnormalities reacted on Klein's body, causing the left side of his body to be covered with gray mist, revealing only one eye with a slight smile and deep and profound meaning. His right side of the body broke apart again, turning into a group of transparent twisted worms and an eye full of bloodshot and madness.

At this time, the right part continued to erode towards the left, and the gray-white fog was gradually compressed to the extreme.

Klein did not hesitate. He raised his left hand with some difficulty and summoned a bone scepter with a blue gemstone on top from the mist of history.

This "Poseidon's Scepter" was surrounded by prayer light spots one after another, and with the help of that medium, they were transmitted to Klein.

Lightning bolts immediately leaped out from the right side of Klein's body, and he was surrounded by invisible wind and illusory waves. This helped the gray mist resist the erosion of pollution on the left, allowing the whole to achieve a delicate balance.

At this point, Klein finally regained his humanity and memory bit by bit, and initially recovered to the state he was in before taking the potion.

He was finally promoted to Sequence 2 level, possessed the status of an angel, and became a true "miracle worker".

……

Alger wiped the sweat from his head. After a lot of effort, they finally found a large ship from the rebel base in the Rorsted Islands that could carry at least four to five hundred people.

Such a large ship is also very eye-catching, and even if it departs from the rebels' private port, it has to be arranged everywhere.

"I don't know how many people there are in Silver City and Moon City..."

As Alger hoisted the sails of the large ship, he subconsciously straightened his collar, and Danitz beside him did the same.

At this moment, their minds suddenly buzzed, and an accurate demographic figure was stuffed into their minds.

"More than 22,000 people in the two cities?"

Danitz's expression suddenly became uglier than the dirt under his feet. He wanted to curse but stopped himself: "So many people! We have to go back and forth at least forty times! The round-trip fare and checkpoint fees are enough to empty our small church! Alger, can you summon marine life?!"

Alger's face darkened. He really couldn't imagine the scene of moving 20,000 people, so he simply shook his head and spread his hands.

"The carrying capacity of marine life is not as good as that of ships..."

At this moment, Danitz suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted, "Look!" Then, he was horrified and shook Alger vigorously, "Hurry up, hurry up, the big shot is coming, we can't beat him!"

Alger was stunned for a moment, then he rushed to the side of the ship, only to see a large ship approaching in the distance, flying a flag with the word "Eye without Pupil" on it.

"What are you looking at? That's the future of 'Admiral of the Stars'!"

Danitz was extremely anxious, wishing that the large ship under his feet would disappear from the private port: "Didn't they say that she had already joined the Mystery Church? Why is she still flying the flag of the pirate group? Could it be that she has become an official privateer chartered by Intis?"

From a long distance, Alger and the man standing on the bow looked at each other.

The long-lost colleague, the "Hermit", pushed up his glasses, had his men signal with flags, and then mouthed something to him:
"The Oracle asked me to help."

"What are you going to do?"

Alger was stunned for five seconds, then he suddenly reached out and grabbed the messenger who was about to jump off the boat, and whispered to him, "Don't be nervous, that's not an enemy."

"Not an enemy?"

Danitz's eyes widened. "If it's not an enemy, or a privateer, then why would the 'Admiral of the Stars' suddenly appear here?"

yeah why?
Why did the "Hermit" suddenly come?

The unknown oracle, the "Hermit", Intis, the Church of the God of Mystery...

A flash of lightning flashed through Alger's mind, and he suddenly understood the cause and effect of everything. His hands could not help but tremble.

“It turns out that He is also an ally of Mr. Fool…”

So, the death of the God of Steam and Machinery and the sudden rise of the Hidden Sage as the true God of Intis might have been instigated by Mr. Fool. By the way, Mr. Fool collected Roselle’s diary, and Roselle was the Son of Steam from two hundred years ago!
Alger was convinced by his own imagination, and because he thought he knew everything, he developed a childish sense of superiority over the "hermit" who knew nothing.

……

At this point, he became "Him".

But Klein didn't feel anything real about it. Perhaps it was because this day came too quickly, or because Klein had been influenced by divinity many times before, so he didn't immediately feel the changes brought about by the upgrading of his life level.

After lying flat for a while, Klein slowly sat up, looked around at the historical fog around him, and began to examine himself.

Phew… Although I can’t say for sure which lost history I made return to reality, whether it was the Redemption of the Rose or the history of Silver City and Moon City, at least I succeeded. Otherwise, I would have lost control and collapsed here today, or I would have completely become the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang… Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He exhaled slowly and gained a better understanding of the anchor:

The anchor is not a tool to help him maintain his humanity. Its main function is to form corresponding cognition, positioning, and image, and to confront the spiritual imprint within the extraordinary characteristics to maintain a delicate balance.

Under this balance, Klein's own humanity can be barely maintained and not be seriously affected by either side.

In other words, there is a difference between the gods that believers perceive and the actual gods. If there is no spiritual imprint within the extraordinary characteristics to counteract this influence, the image of the gods in their minds will gradually cover the true appearance of the gods.

This is also a form of pollution.

It was not until this moment that Klein understood why the righteous gods originally had human statues, but later they were all turned into holy emblems. This could prevent believers from having a unified image perception and better play the role of anchor against the original residual spirit, rather than subtly changing itself.

"But, Amon's followers are all himself, how can He maintain balance?"

“Could it be that the mythical creatures that are born with ‘uniqueness’ have an original fusion of wills? Amon has long been accustomed to the half-crazy state. No, this is His normal state… This is the image that every Amon voted for…”

"That's an idea. I can form a puppet group and make every puppet a follower of The Fool. I can use my truest appearance as the image of the god. This can effectively provide the best anchor... No wonder Zaratul and the Dark Wolf don't have many followers... Well, when the residents of Silver City convert to The Fool, I can consider separating the incarnation of Poseidon and not using it as my own anchor. This is too contradictory to the cognition of my other followers and cannot be truly unified..."

Klein thought of a lot in an instant.

"Well, the total number of items and scenes I can summon now is nine, but there are still only three angel-level ones..."

"'Wish' is already a standard divine power, but it's a little strange. Only by satisfying the wishes of others can one satisfy one's own wishes. Only by fulfilling small wishes can one gradually realize big wishes..."

Klein tapped the back of his hand with his fingers and whispered with a frown:
"That is to say, if I want to use miracles in battle, I must perform many similar 'small miracles' in advance?"

"But how can I predict what kind of miracle I will need..."

Klein originally thought that the "Wish" ability could be used at will as long as it did not exceed a certain limit. Who knew that its effect did not only come from the Beyonder characteristics.

In the review just now, he found that he had digested most of it just after completing the promotion.

After all, he has created "miracles" many times and even "resurrected" four times.

Of course, Klein thought this was a trick, just like when he became an "ancient scholar" and found that he had digested most of it. Because he could create "miracles" and act in advance, he relied more on "Source Castle".

"It was completely arranged..."

In addition to his amazing promotion speed, there is also the "curtain" carried by the "God of Wishes" Kotar, which contains a complete set of magic potions to the mysterious servant. If it weren't for some accident, he would have become "Him" as soon as he "woke up".

Klein sighed secretly, feeling relieved:

"When will that Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun 'suddenly' awaken in my body?"

What puzzled Klein was that after he was promoted to Sequence 2 and became an angel, the "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" did not appear, nor did it awaken in his body. Could it be that this existence, like God, felt that he was too weak now, and would wait until he became a true god, or even a multi-path true god, before suddenly appearing and catching him off guard?
He shook his head, left the mist of history, and said to himself:
“…I should not be Him, and I cannot be Him. I can only be me.”

After Klein returned to the real world, he found that Medici, Ouroboros, and Richard had all disappeared. Only Lovia, whose aura was still a little confused but whose eyes were a little brighter, and Colin were still in the ruins of the Giant King's Court.

Seeing Klein appear, Lovia, the demigod who didn't talk much, felt Klein's spirituality and aura suddenly become deeper. She bowed her head to express her respect, and then said:

"Just now a message came from a great being."

"It is said that the people from Moon City and Silver City have been placed in the open space outside the Giant King's Court, waiting to leave here."

She was a little dazed. She didn't expect this day to come so soon.

However, they did not immediately go to the designated location because of this information. Instead, they waited for Klein to arrive before asking the envoy:
“Can the words of that great being be trusted?”

This statement was a bit abrupt, but it also proved that Klein had completely become the spokesperson for the god "The Fool" in their hearts.

Klein nodded. He also received this news from the potion when he was promoted. He said in a deep voice:
“You can trust me.”

Colin’s eyes flickered, and he became even more awed by The Fool:
"The people of Silver City have been parasitized by Amon, but now they can be saved. This being saved the lives of the people of Silver City. We are willing to thank Him, worship Him, and set up a ceremony to praise Him. Respected messenger of God, can we know the name of this god?"

In his opinion, any god willing to help must be a friend of The Fool, so he asked directly without hesitation.

Klein was silent for a second and decided not to tell them the truth about being "saved".

He carefully observed his inner thoughts and emotional changes, and found that he did not mind his anchor belief in others as much as he thought. He cleared his throat and answered solemnly:
"Hidden Sage, God of Knowledge."

"Hidden Sage..." Colin and Lovia chewed on the name and felt an indescribable mystery and wisdom.

Klein looked around and found that there were no Hidden Sage's iconic eyes around, so he put the matter aside for the time being and took Colin and Lovia to the open space where the survivors of the two cities were placed.

After thinking about it, he gave up teleporting and chose to walk over step by step to meet them in the human way.

The three of them passed through the magnificent palace and ruins of the Giant King's Court and saw the gate that had been completely destroyed but still stood.

Arriving in front of the gray-blue door depicting a dusk scene, Klein subconsciously extended his hand, then decisively walked to the side, leaving the front door to Colin.

Colin Iliad was silent for a second, then cast a thankful look at Klein.

He bent down, stretched out his hands, and pressed on both sides of the door.

Then he pumped up his muscles and pushed.

At this moment, he seemed to see his parents, brothers and children who were killed by his own hands, the generations of Silver City people who he watched die or never return from the darkness, his dead comrades, the people who were saved in Silver City, and the children who were about to live in a bright world without monsters and dangers.

They stood beside him, put their hands on the door at the same time, and pushed the gray-blue door with him.

A drop of water slid down Colin's face.

A gap then appeared, allowing golden sunlight to shine in.

The gap became larger and larger, and a sea glowing with golden light gradually appeared in the eyes of Lovia and Klein, who were holding the skull nervously, and in the eyes of Colin Iliad.

Seeing this scene, bathed in the warm sunshine, Colin Iliad and Lovia's mouth corners twitched slightly, revealing a smile without the slightest gloom and a vague yearning.

Light is the meaning of everything.

That's what it's all about.

Seeing the smiles on their faces, Klein couldn't help but smile as well.

TBC
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I actually wrote the ending of the previous chapter wrong. I didn’t notice it when I posted it. It should actually be tomorrow’s content.

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to pretend that nothing happened!
(End of this chapter)